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Foreclosure

Foreclosure,
Moving on,
Forgetting,
All words that mean the same thing,
Yet when my house was foreclosed on
It was everything but closure.
I cried,
I screamed,
I yelled,
I cursed,
I moved,
I lived,
I moved on.
Who knew that moving was the thing that
Broke me out,
Set me free,
Made me live.
Now in college,
Moved again,
Lived more,
Moving on,
Stealing the future.
Becoming me.



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